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As soon as Ghost Granny made her move, Zhengyang also sprang into action.
Zhengyang's demeanor wasn't as exaggerated as Ghost Granny's, but I could still see the veins throbbing on his forehead—he was furious, extremely furious!
In fact, this was the first time I had seen Zhengyang in such a disheveled state!
Back when he fought the Flying Corpse at Desert Eye, he didn't look this bad. Although he was suppressed, he still had the strength to fight back. Now, however, he was being mercilessly beaten by a bowl and Furball, unable to retaliate at all!
Zhengyang had really suffered a huge loss this time! He had been bitten several times by Furball and was left wondering if getting a rabies vaccine would even help!
So, as soon as the bowl and Furball regained their senses, he pulled himself out of the fray and charged angrily toward Sima Saintess.
A furious deity is a terrifying sight, especially when two deities are enraged and humiliated—it becomes even more frightening!
At that moment, both Zhengyang and Ghost Granny were radiating immense Taoist Sect energy, creating a terrifying aura around them. Dust swirled in their wake, debris from buildings flew about as they advanced in a pincer attack against Sima Saintess.
Finally, Sima Saintess snapped out of her rage. Ignoring Zhengyang and Ghost Granny completely, her bloodshot eyes locked onto me. With a fierce roar, she lunged in my direction. Startled, I instinctively tightened my grip on the Azure Dark Sword, preparing to withstand her attack and give Zhengyang and Ghost Granny behind her a chance to strike.
However, I underestimated the might of an enraged deity. Sima Saintess was already fast enough, but with her eyes blood-red, Ghost Granny was even quicker!
In an instant, Ghost Granny pushed off the ground and soared toward Sima Saintess. Without hesitation, she swung her Divine Whip at the back of Sima Saintess's head with tremendous force. The impact produced a dull thud as it struck Sima Saintess's skull, causing her golden hair to explode outward. This blow contained immense Taoist Sect energy—clearly intended to be lethal—and knocked Sima Saintess down with a resounding thud as she crashed to the ground in a classic display of humiliation.
"A mere nobody dares to act tough in front of me! Using such despicable tactics to have a bunch of juniors hold me down while you strike!"
Ghost Granny shouted angrily with her bloodshot eyes, not giving Sima Saintess any chance to recover. She rushed forward and stomped on Sima Saintess's back while relentlessly hammering her head with the Divine Whip like it was a wooden fish drum. She poured all her strength into it; her Taoist Sect energy erupted as she suppressed Sima Saintess so thoroughly that she couldn't even rise.
At that moment, Zhengyang arrived on the scene. In a fit of rage, his sword pierced through Sima Saintess's body with a swift thrust!
The two relatives from the same lineage were having a blast—one stabbing with a sword while the other whipped with fervor—moving almost at the speed of a sewing machine. In no time at all, Sima Saintess could no longer withstand it; the Eerie Energy surrounding her began to collapse massively. It was clear she wouldn't survive much longer.
It is no wonder, after all, that the Sima Saintess was merely at the Seventh Segment of Daoist Practice. Her abilities were peculiar; initially, she had controlled Bald Qiang and his companions, putting us in a passive position. Later, she made Bald Qiang and his group engage the two deities, allowing us to gain the upper hand.
Now the situation had completely reversed!
"People die and become ghosts, ghosts die and become farts. You deserve this outcome!" Ghost Granny cursed resentfully. She spat a thick gob of phlegm onto the ground and then sat down to catch her breath.
At this moment, Bald Qiang and his companions finally regained their senses. It seemed they genuinely did not remember what had happened, so they approached to inquire.
Bald Qiang and his group were somewhat perceptive; they could tell that Zhengyang and Ghost Granny were in particularly bad moods, so they directed their questions to me. Only Big Mouth Lee was foolish enough to ask Ghost Granny about her pants, specifically how she had lost her red undergarments.
His question was ill-timed. How could Ghost Granny give him a pleasant response? With a loud "bang," she punched Zhang Jinya away, knocking out another one of his Gold Teeth in the process.
I couldn't help but chuckle at this scene from the sidelines. It was as if he was looking for trouble out of sheer boredom. If it were me, I would have hit him too. Just recently, he had acted like a rabid dog and torn my pants to shreds—without even having front teeth to do it! How vicious could he be? And now he had the audacity to come over and ask what was wrong with me? Wasn't that just asking for a slap?
Nevertheless, I recounted everything that had happened to Bald Qiang and his group. Of course, I omitted the part about them kneeling before Sima Saintess; otherwise, with Bald Qiang's personality, I feared he might vomit up his last meal.
Upon hearing that Saint Void Child and Bear Big had already met with disaster, their spirits fell even lower.
"Ah, it's all greed!" Bald Qiang sighed softly before sharing their experiences with me. However, there were some discrepancies between what they said and what I had learned.
After we were separated by those ghostly citizens, Bald Qiang and his companions had arrived here with the intention of waiting in place. However, at that moment, Saint Void Child and Bear Big had developed some ulterior motives—they wanted to raid a tomb!
Religions are quite wealthy; this has been true throughout history. Whether in times of hardship or peace, regardless of whether in the West or East, even the poorest people are willing to donate money to religion—perhaps seeking redemption or spiritual support. I cannot comprehend this mindset, but it is a common phenomenon; hence all religions tend to be exceptionally wealthy—this is a law! Wang Mazi and Mighty Bull were both experts in underground dealings; how could they not know this? Seeing temples all around them sparked their greed. They intended to go to the restroom but took that opportunity to sneak off to Orion Temple since it was the largest!
The consequences were inevitable; both of them ended up possessed by those two Demon Priests.
This was not all; after being possessed, those two Demon Priests, having read our information through the consciousness of the Saint Void Child, simply controlled Wang Mazi's body to deceive Bald Qiang and the others. The reason was simple: I, along with Zhengyang and Ghost Granny, were at Orion Temple. That was how Bald Qiang and the others were tricked into coming here, and once they entered, they were controlled!
Ultimately, the source of this series of disasters stemmed from a single word—greed!
Fortunately, we were lucky enough not to be killed by that Sima Saintess. We managed to pull off a beautiful counterattack and survived the ordeal.
Regardless, we had to continue on this path. After resting for a while, we left the church to retrieve the equipment of the fat ones. During this time, I noticed that Ghost Granny seemed to be in a better mood, so I took out a pair of camouflage pants from my backpack and gave them to him. He needed to change; it wouldn't do for him to walk around exposing his red pants. After all, he was once a formidable expert; it wasn't fitting.
Bald Qiang and their equipment had been left in a room resembling a bedroom in Orion Temple. It was more like a prison cell than a bedroom because both the windows and doors were made of iron, clearly meant for confinement.
Bald Qiang and the others had initially been deceived here by those two Demon Priests, and it was also here that they encountered that Sima Saintess.
I suspected that this place might very well be where Sima Saintess met her end or perhaps where she had been imprisoned before her death.
So… what exactly happened to her? Why would someone use the Seven Gates Fire Ignition Formation against her even after she died?
I thought that since Sima Saintess had been imprisoned before her death, it was reasonable to assume she must have left some writings to document her life. After all, when people face death, they tend to reflect more deeply and wish to leave some mark for future generations.
Sure enough, as I searched around, I really did find some records…
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